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It is. Out the back door into the woods. Running free to live with its own cold kind. Love it? Then let it go. I love you but I wouldn't let you go. Oh absolutely, I couldn't.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Is your refrigerator running?
It is. Out the back door into the woods. Running free to live with its own cold kind. Love it? Then let it go. I love you but I wouldn't let you go. Oh absolutely, I couldn't.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
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